It's during restless nights such as these when my mind is at its optimum state
Where I am able to tap into my psyche to excavate emotions and notions once frozen like nitrate
I feel the temperature rising
Becoming irate
The flamethrower steady mediating while it patiently waits
It has me excited but also afraid
Like tight roping a bridge thats charging a toll I can't afford to pay
Or knowing I overdosed on a drug with no antidote
In order to coast its euphoric waves
Causing my heart to quit its job and my pupils to dilate
As Im dethrone from my throne and thrown inside a crate
To be placed to sleep for an eternity in a tumulus grave
But I smile because they see me as resting
When my soul is wide awake
Even though my body is stiffer then a new pair of shoes
I can spend all day seeking for the truth inside the truth
But I'm terrified of the journey and what I might loose
And the answers
Fearing the exposure and what it could prove
Do I have a halo or horns?
Or maybe both of the two?
I need to swim deeper
So I do
Until my lungs fill with water up to the brim
And burn with white fire hotter then fallen seraphim
But I continue to breast stroke into the abyss
Past the wine jars
The greek paintings
Past cities more lost then the city of atlantis
Past the treasures of the galleon of San Jose
And into the door way of what was took off display
And this will be the place where I will drown
In exchange for discovering what was never meant to be found
Jul 17, 2016
Jul 17, 2016 at 2:54 AM UTC
It's during restless nights such as these when my mind is at its optimum state
Where I am able to tap into my psyche to excavate emotions and notions once frozen like nitrate
I feel the temperature rising
Becoming irate
The flamethrower steady mediating while it patiently waits
It has me excited but also afraid
Like tight roping a bridge thats charging a toll I can't afford to pay
Or knowing I overdosed on a drug with no antidote
In order to coast its euphoric waves
Causing my heart to quit its job and my pupils to dilate
As Im dethrone from my throne and thrown inside a crate
To be placed to sleep for an eternity in a tumulus grave
But I smile because they see me as resting
When my soul is wide awake
Even though my body is stiffer then a new pair of shoes
I can spend all day seeking for the truth inside the truth
But I'm terrified of the journey and what I might loose
And the answers
Fearing the exposure and what it could prove
Do I have a halo or horns?
Or maybe both of the two?
I need to swim deeper
So I do
Until my lungs fill with water up to the brim
And burn with white fire hotter then fallen seraphim
But I continue to breast stroke into the abyss
Past the wine jars
The greek paintings
Past cities more lost then the city of atlantis
Past the treasures of the galleon of San Jose
And into the door way of what was took off display
And this will be the place where I will drown
In exchange for discovering what was never meant to be found
